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You turned out to be anything
for a straight man
to take your wickedness to heart
giving himself to the 'splin'.
With your action you proved to me
what I supposed about you
that your love smiled on me
to achieve another end.

My madwoman,
cruel and pierced soul
by your artful stab
all my happiness I lost.
Who would have thought
that your stubborn thought
would turn you into a hedge flower
and not charm for me.

Your divine green eyes
a mixture of sea and sky
have left a disconsolation
that embitters my heart.
May God grant that you do not remember
to come back since you left
because the damage you did to me
does not deserve my forgiveness.